Where the Pressure Lies

It’s not that I don’t want to wait, as much as that I lack the ability to STAY STILL.

Watching ice melt is not my idea of a good time; it is so much more fun and interesting to play with the cracks.

So I pace carefully along the water’s edge to see where the pressure lies… and then test it at every available opportunity.

Large, seemingly random cracks sliver their way to the middle. Only when I put all of my weight on these puzzle pieces do they begin sinking.

They angle themselves slowly at first, and then it is a race to the edge before they sink deep beneath the surface of the dark water.

The picture I’m left with is a “magic eye” with missing pieces. You can see what it is about if you stare hard, or glance quickly but otherwise not at all.

And why are we do afraid of what we cannot see? Most people don’t bother to understand, or would prefer a sort of voluntary blindness to the human emotions that inevitably follow understanding. They become frustrated and cut themselves on the edges, trying to rescue sinking shards from their fate.